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I kiss her like I’ve been starving for it. Because I have. Her mouth is soft and warm and eager. She kisses me back like she needs this as badly as I do. When her body arches into me, I press closer. Her hips shift just enough that I feel the heat of her, and it damn near undoes me.

I break the kiss only long enough to drag in a breath.

Then I push her harder into the wall.

Her thighs brush mine, her chest rises against me, and her nails dig into my shoulders. I cup the side of her face with my free hand, holding her steady while I press my forehead to hers.

“Tell me to stop,” I say.

Her eyes flutter open. Her voice is hoarse. “No. Don’t stop.”

I growl low in my throat and kiss her again, this time with even more urgency. More heat. I let my hand fall from her throat and drop to her thigh, dragging it up until I can hook her leg around my hip. She moves without hesitation, opening for me like she’s already mine.

I drag her into my room as quickly as I can, shutting the door behind us and clicking the lock.

I push her against the wall again and my fingers find bare skin beneath her shirt. Then I slide them lower, dipping into the waistband of her shorts.

No panties.

That revelation sends a jolt through me that makes my teeth clench. I drag my knuckles along the crease of her thigh, feel the slickness there, and nearly lose every ounce of restraint I have left.

I tear my mouth from hers and look down. Her pupils are blown wide. Her lips are wet and swollen. Her breath stutters as I press two fingers between her folds and find her soaked.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

She’s trembling now, but she doesn’t look away. She watches me like she’s waiting to see what I’ll do next. I stroke her slowly, just enough to tease. Her hips jerk, and she gasps again, but I don’t give her what she’s silently begging for. Not yet.

“Boone,” she whispers.

I shake my head. “Not unless you mean it.”

“I do.”

Her voice breaks on the words, and that’s what undoes me.

I grip her thighs and lift her. She wraps around me on instinct, arms looping behind my neck as her legs lock around my waist. I carry her to my bed and lay her down.

She looks up at me with wide, dark eyes, chest rising fast beneath the oversized tee she’s still wearing. I reach for the hem and yank it off over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Her bare skin glows in the low light.

She looks so damn soft. I don’t…I don’t know how to do soft. But I want to. For her.

Fuck, I think I’d do just about anything for this girl and I’m tired of pretending I wouldn’t.

I draw my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Her eyes flick down my chest, then lower. She drags her bottom lip between her teeth when she sees the bulge in my jeans. I’m already painfully hard. I reach for the button of my jeans and slide them down, stripping everything in one motion before climbing onto the bed.

I start slow.

My hand settles on her knee, then trails up her thigh, fingers spreading across her skin. She watches me, eyes wide, lips parted. Her breath comes faster as my touch continues. When I reach her hip, I pause for a moment. If I’m not careful, I’ll lose control before I even get inside her.

I lean in and press my mouth to hers. She sighs, her body arching into the kiss. I slide her shorts down and toss them somewhere in the room without looking.

I can't take my eyes off this girl.

Her hands come up to my shoulders, then slide down my arms. She wraps around me slowly, her legs brushing my ribs as I settle between them.

“I’ve got you, Ani,” I murmur, voice low against her lips.